๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐?
๐๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ ๐๐?
๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก?
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ'๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก?
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ,
๐๐ง ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐๐ญ๐
๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐
๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐จ๐ญ. ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ. ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ง๐.
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ญ, ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐, ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐'๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐๐,
๐ ๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ,
๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ.
๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ซ๐, ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐,
โ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐
๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐๐๐ซ ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ,
๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ?
๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ,
๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐๐ญ๐:
๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
Something. It was always something.
And whenever it was nothing
That something came crashing in
Amplifying, magnifying, falsifying
Nothing is ever as hard as living
Nothing was ever as easy as quitting
Surviving was unforgiving
Dying was unremitting
A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne
No one lone thing could change the world
For better or worse, all unknown
Transcendence be the killer of all
Be a hero, die alone
A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne
A tattered quest
A broken trail
A sin confessed
Allโs bound to fail
A heart of stone to anchor down
A heart of gold, a thievesโ crown
A heart of ice to thaw the beast
An injured heart, long deceased
A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne
A damaged soul, laid to rest
Unforgiving and unremitting
A hero's tale, told at best
Rescript and falsely fitting
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
Four helping hands
Its two for two
The third to last
Is feeling blue
Let go, let go
Can't hold no more
Let go, let go
Now three not four
Three helping hands
Now all for one
The third to last
He's time is done
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
I'd finally discovered tame
In a world just so insane
Where memories destroy themselves
All pawns in this unnerving game
I wouldn't know, and still don't know
What we were meant to be
Though time, and time, and time again
I think what you think of me
Now we never talk, never look,
Never even smile
When our glances meet; eyes betraying
Every once a while
I heard them say you hate me now
I'd gladly take the blame
But mention why and tell me how
You hadn't done the same
I'm over this, and over you
And I don't even care
I've changed a bit, and you have too
From the time we used to share
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
The pitter patter of rain drops
Dripping at the seems
Swishing, shploshing, never stops
We don't know what it means
Gives the sky a saddened look?
Tears of masked despair?
Clouds cry out like tree leaves shook
Not one fruit to bare
Or does it gift to us a chance?
A series of liquid love?
That raised the plants and made them dance
A blessing from above
So look with eyes of wonder now
And contemplate the sky
Let the weather show you how
The rain drops drip on by
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
"You shine so bright, in darkest night,
When no one else would try.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
Where there's no more need to cry.
For beauty can't compare to you,
And neither could the Earth.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
So take off, for what its worth.
You whisper now, a quiet attempt,
To stop the salty tears.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
To getaway from all your fears.
You place your hand upon my cheek,
And gently rub the skin.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
Let your afterlife begin.
Teary eyes, and rosey cheeks,
Your smiles could never fail.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
On the tears in which you sail.
I look at you and now I know,
That darling you are home.
'Shouldn't angels be in heaven?'
Cause its hell when I'm alone..."
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
"Some days I wish I were a bird,
To fly through heaven's gate.
To visit you everyday,
Not daring to be late.
But my wings haven't began to grow,
My soul is not yet clear.
I watched you fly, into the sky,
As you watched me shed a tear.
I miss you here on Earth,
Where more people sort to know.
That God is one for picking best,
Why I'M here and YOU had to go.
No!
Just, please say something funny,
Please say something kind.
Cause the sadness is overwhelming,
As its running through my mind.
There's not a day to go by,
Where your arms can hold me dear.
I wished for just a simple hush,
Your voice is all I hear.
You hope for me to be strong,
For all of us feel sorrow.
But hope, my dear, will bear today,
Our strength saved for tomorrow..."
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC